by Tina Majors
Not at all.
Hell, I’d come out without a coat and not only that, I was wearing a cheap, paper thin t-shirt I had bought as a last resort to use up some gift vouchers given to me for Christmas by a well-meaning aunt.
There was the funny feeling in the air too.
You know the kind. It’s like it’s been hot, then all of a sudden there’s a drop in the temperature. You just know that the weather is about to get real active, real quick.
I had a quick scan around and could see apprehensive looks on the faces of those near me.
They knew as well as I did, something was about to go down. I looked around again, trying to find somewhere to get shelter. Somewhere close that would allow me time to ride out what was surely going to be an explosive burst of rain. I could try and stand underneath one of the medium sized trees that adorned the middle strip of the outdoor mall, but figured that these wouldn’t really provide the kind of protection required for what was surely going to be a relentless hammering of rain.
I could try and stand in a shop front of course. But, did I really want to be huddled up with all the other shoppers? No doubt some of them would want to make small talk, and I knew I really wasn’t in the mood for talking to some deadbeat, dull as ditch water stranger right now.
I could actually enter a shop? Now, this was more palatable to me. But, the question was: which shop? If I was potentially going to be stuck in a shop for the duration of the shower, I would need to actually be in a store that was relevant to me, that would keep my mind occupied at least to some degree, and wasn’t packed full of shoppers either – you know, don’t you just hate being in a store when there are more people there than there is floor space?
Awful times, awful times.
Well, I quickly scanned my eyes around.
Hardware store? No.
Toy emporium? Um, not a chance.
Vape shop? You must be out of your mind.
Then it hit me, the answer was right in front of me. Without further thought, I quick stepped my way into the bougie coffee chain that was directly in front of me.
Problem solved.
Good job I walked fast too, because just as I began to open the door to the coffee spot, I felt a drop of water splash off the top of my head and onto the ground. I didn’t even bother looking up, I knew it was rain – and not only that, there would be far, far more to heading downwards right about now.
I stepped inside the foyer area of the coffee shop and quickly shut the door behind me. It was a heavy door but I managed it without to much trouble to be honest.
Call it adrenalin, call it what you want – I just knew I had to shut the door or face the full force of the rain on me.
I walked over to the counter and ordered a soya mocha latte and made my payment. The barista, a man in his late twenties (shock, oh shock!) with a goatee style beard (shock, shock, and more shock!) and a couple of actually kind of interesting abstract tattoos on his forearm (when will the shocks end?), very kindly said he would bring the drink over to my seat when it was ready.
Hey, who says customer service is dead?
I walked over to a seat by the window. Well, a barstool actually, but I won’t split hairs. I really enjoyed sitting by the window, people watching, seeing what was going on in thw world as I sipped a sweet beverage. The hard rain pounding down onto the paved area outside added to the drama. The sight of shoppers running like headless chickens looking for dry respite was very amusing. I was so glad I wasn’t in their position.
The downside though was that all too quickly there wasn’t really anyone to people watch. People had either found a dry haven or were remaining indoors until the storm eased off.
That’s right, I said storm. Far from being a standard heat breaking shower, this was a full-on downpour that came with a side of thunder and lightning. It was dramatic, nature in full effect, taking no prisoners. You know, reminding man-kind exactly who was boss. I guess it put things into perspective for a moment, you know.
Well, only for a moment.
Because no sooner than I was marvelling at nature’s power, I was swooning over a quite incredible mocha that had been produced by humans. Take that, nature! I joke of course, but, not wanting to seem like I’m being too clever, I guess there was definitely something to be said for my point of view.
I took a large gulp from the coffee and was taken aback by how hot it was. I mean, I should have known. But, I managed to swallow it, the tingle of my mouth and throat being scalded preferable to the sight of me making a total fool of myself in what was, all things considered, a pretty decent chain coffee shop.
I parked the car in a way that was perhaps unorthodox, but the results certainly could not be disputed or argued with. I had passed my test on the first attempt, this was years ago, and since then had developed my own way of doing things.
I guess I wouldn’t pass my test if I tried it now, but so what?
That was a hypothetical that wasn’t going to ever transfer into the practical world – unless, of course, I got a DUI and had to re-take my test.
But, that wasn’t likely at all, basically impossible, as I never ever consumed alcohol and then got behind a wheel. I know some people can play loose with that, but for me I am zero tolerance.
Anyway, back to the topic at hand.
I parked the car in the relatively small space (I’d say it was an intermediate difficulty park) and turned off the engine. I felt hesitant, a little nervous, unsure of what was going to happen. I decided to do the standard delaying tactic of mindlessly scrolling through my phone.
That was always good for at least ten minutes of delay time.
Arguably, one of the only true benefits of the modern technological era. Sure, we’re all addicted to these devices, but at least they provide us with an ability to delay something we’re not sure we want to do or are feeling a little jittery about.
Well, I picked my phone up out of the drink holder where it had been vertically resting, and had a look at my email inbox.
Nothing new.
A quick scan over social media revealed zero notifications of any substance – what’s new there, right?
Then I even lowered myself to checking the weather in not only my current location, but also in nearby cities. To be honest, I shouldn’t have bothered. The weather was more or less uniform across each location I checked.
I knew that really, all this timewasting was getting me nowhere.
Now, I know that’s the whole point of timewasting, but it wasn’t even as if it was interesting timewasting. I opened up a clothes shopping app, almost in desperation, and began to swipe through the various new arrivals.
I shouldn’t have bothered, they were all not exactly terrible, but certainly not to my taste.
To get extra real, I also wasn’t exactly in a great position financially to be spending my money on new clothes at this moment in time. Realising that I probably shouldn’t even be placing temptation a click away, I closed the app and placed the phone in my pocket. I guess my weak time delay efforts were all out, and it was time to enter.
With that, I gathered my bag, checked myself in the rear-view mirror, and opened the door to exit the car. I was hit with a kind of cold air that momentarily took me by surprise (probably as I had the air con set to high heat inside the car) and began to make my way to my destination.
**
I arrived back at the biker club, just about making it in time. I knew I couldn’t afford to be late, these weren’t the kind of people to mess with when it came to that kind of thing.
After my experience earlier with Pryce I had felt a strange mix of fear, excitement, pleasure, and an overwhelming sense of total femininity. I could not stop thinking about what lay ahead of me.
I mean, after getting cum all over by Pryce earlier, I knew for sure that I wanted more cock.
My only question now was how much could I take, ad where would it go?
Hey, I guess that’s two questions not one. The thing w
as, the transformation had definitely altered my mind too. I felt more and more like a dizzy bimbo, the kind of cock hungry slut who loves nothing better than serving her man, getting dominated, then rewarded for her obedience by a huge, throbbing cock.
So I walked into the club to a round of applause.
I say applause, it was more like a combination of lewd cheers, laughter, and some pretty explicit comments relating to my body parts ad what the various men would like to do to them.
I felt that mix of fear and arousal again. Only this time it came along a lot stronger. I guess I was immediately being told by my pussy that I was the sole female in a room full of horny, muscular, totally alpha men.
Well, at least that’s what I thought.
Before I had a moment to reconsider what was going on, I heard a familiar voice. It was Pryce.
“Hey, I thought I said to be back by three?” He said, not sounding very happy but looking absolutely magnificent, towering above me like some kind of God.
“But… but… I arrived back in time,” I pleaded, a little confused because I did think I had made it back well within time.
“Bullshit,” Pryce roared. “We go off the club clock on the wall, and that says that you are seven minutes late. Don’t even try to come up with some excuse, you’re getting punished.”
I didn’t know what to think. I mean, it felt natural to me now that someone like Pryce would be able to dominate me and punish me if I failed to live up to his standards. It was hard to explain, but the female transformation had gone so much further than my body, or even my voice.
Instinctively I got down on my knees and bowed my head in front of him, waiting to hear of my punishment.
“I think what this little slut needs is a good ass whoopin’ from our special member!”
The gathered assemblage roared in approval. They began chanting.
Mistress Bitch!
Mistress Bitch!
Who? What?
I looked up pleadingly at Pryce, totally in the dark about what was happening.
I didn’t have to wait for too long because suddenly I was faced with the imposing figure of the biker gang’s sole female member, Mistress Bitch. Honestly this was the kind of woman I had fantasised dominating me back when I was a weak beta male. She was tall with perfect bone structure, her black hair tied in a high ponytail. Her lips were large, soft, and formed part of a wicked smile.
I could see that this woman was going to enjoy punishing me.
Her body was just as impressive. Long legs, muscular thighs packing out her short biker shorts, the denim pockets pocketing out of the bottom. Her breasts, just about held in a white tank top, were incredible and I could see her nipples poking through, almost like they were pointing directly at me.
Before I had the chance to think any more, I found myself getting picked up underneath my arm pits, lifted up into the air and slammed back down on the floor.
“Oooooow! Please!” I pleaded.
My cried were ignored. I panicked and attempted to get up and run for sanctuary in Pryce’s hands. My please were only met by a cold hard shove from Pryce back towards Mistress. The other members of the gang had by now circled back around me, closing in to make a very small circle.
There was no escape.
“Take your punishment, slut, and learn a lesson,” Pryce said, meaning business.
I soon found myself being thrown around like a rag doll. Each time I found myself up against the circle of gang members I felt my clothes being torn at, pulled off, ripped away without a single thought other than getting me naked and exposed in front of everyone.
“Look at her!” Mistress Bitch called out. “Look at the slut’s ass, wobbling around, defenceless. How about we redden it up a bit?”
Oh no, I thought, my hands instinctively covering my exposed ass cheeks.
I shouldn’t have bothered. Within seconds I was folded over Mistress’s lap, her firm had crashing down on my naked cheeks, causing them to jiggle, bounce, and causing me to scream out in pain.
The thing is though, as painful as it was, I also sensed that my body, and my mind, was enjoying being dominated by this incredible woman. Further still, I loved the fact that I was being punished and degraded in front of real, hardcore biker alphas who by now were either openly working their hard cocks or were actively pulling their trousers and pants down and off their ankles.
Before I could get my bearings and clear my head, I felt myself being rolled off Mistress Bitch’s lap and onto the floor. I looked u to the sight of man after man standing around me. I looked up towards their balls, their hard cocks, their muscular asses.
I couldn’t deny it.
I was in heaven.
I was then picked up and carried over to the pool table.
From there I was laid on my front, my naked ass and pussy bent over the edge of the table.
“Tell us what you want,” Pryce said. “Tell us what you need.”
I didn’t need too much persuasion. I knew full well what I wanted, and I wasn’t going to let myself miss this chance.
I was going to make me deepest desires come true right here and now.
“Please, please fill me with hot, hard, cock,” I said. “I need you to pump me, ride me, use me as your gang cumdump. Every hole, all over my body. I want your cum.”
“And what about those of use without cocks?” Mistress Bitch asked, laughing.
“Y-y-y-yes,” I said, struggling to talk as I felt an enormous dick head press against my pulsating, wet pussy. “Please sit on my face, use my tongue, fuck me with a strap on, anything you wish! Ooooooooooaaaaah!”
Soon, I entered almost like a trance-like state. There were so many cocks everywhere, so much cum.
I greedily took dick after dick in my hand, wanking and sucking.
The men cheered and recorded me on their cell phones, which I must say I enjoyed. There was something extra degrading and sensual about the idea of my sluttiness being captured on film in hardcore HD.
I could feel my brain melting away as the strong thighs of the men crashed into me, showing my brand new pussy no mercy.
Of course, I got to the point where I was orgasming over and over, my body violently jerking around, my brain and animal instinct kicking in to such an extent that I must have seemed like a wild woman, totally out of control.
Finally, it appeared that I had brought every man – and woman – to a satisfactory climax.
I lay there, dazed, satisfied, exhausted.
Soon the jukebox was back on and it seemed like everyone pretty much just put their clothes back on and got back to business with whatever it was they had been doing previously.
I felt Pryce’s hand on my shoulder.
“You did well,” He said. “I’ve got a question for you.”
“Yes, sir?” I said, a little cum dripping off my lips and onto the green felt of the pool table.
“Would you like to be my personal bimbo?” He asked. “It would mean a lot more of this kind of thing, and of course some one on one time too. I picked you up for a reason. I knew you’d be perfect, and there’s plenty of adventures and cock hungry naughtiness we could get up to together.”
I didn’t need to think twice.
I knew that this was my destiny, my dream life.
“Yes, sir,” I said, “I can’t think of anything better than to please you and be your biker slut. You’ve made all my bimbo dreams come true.”
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